Is sicklied o’er with care,
And all the clouds that lowered o’er our housetops,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
’Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. But soft you, the fair Ophelia;
Ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws,
But get thee to a nunnery—go!
Carados.
The Referee, Dec. 21, 1884.
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